Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 906 25. The war between ancient times and the present --- adding updates for the upcoming New Year's Eve [1720]

In the deep midnight, Darien Mograine, who had just finished his prayers and returned to his room, turned on the chandelier in the room a little tiredly. This kind of chandelier, which is also lit by gas, is much more convenient than traditional candles. , is also one of the few products that the Federation imports into the Church State, which will not be criticized by the old-fashioned priests.

And just when Dalyan washed off his exhaustion with hot water and was about to read a book and go to bed, there was a knock on his door. The young paladin stepped forward to open the door and saw his face The sullen old father stood outside his door.

The father and son who haven't seen each other for more than half a month should have been a scene full of family affection, but now, looking at the eyes of old Mograine, the young man Dalyan couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

To make matters worse, on his body, which was only wearing underwear, the lines of holy light left by the light casting ceremony could not be hidden from his father for a moment.

What's this? Darien?

Grand Knight Alessandro didn't reprimand his son as soon as he opened his mouth. Instead, he walked into his son's room with two bottles of ale. He sat on a chair by the fireplace and looked at the tattoos of the Holy Light on Dalyan's body. , with a look of scrutiny, he looked at the mysterious geometric patterns filled with the power of the holy light. After a while, he asked:

What kind of light casting ceremony is this? How do you feel?

Seeing that his father was angry, but he didn't show any signs of scolding, Dalyan calmed down and explained to his father:

It was an accident, father, I was only trying to save Bridget who was a little dazed at the time, but the effect of the light casting ceremony is real...Look, father!

As he spoke, Dalyan raised his left hand, and a stagnant flame of holy light ignited in his palm, flowing upwards along Dalyan's skin extremely docilely, and the moment the docile flame of holy light was ignited, Making the big knight squint his eyes, he could easily do such a small trick, but it was a valuable experience he had learned in countless battles of life and death, and now, his ineffective young son could do it.

The light casting ceremony has changed my body. I can feel that my connection with the Holy Light has become closer. Father, when I fall asleep, I will occasionally hear the voice of the Holy Light...

Dalyan said to his father honestly:

That is the real voice of the Holy Light, not Zela's whispering voice with a certain purpose. It will not guide me to do anything, it just tells me to do my best to protect those beautiful things. , things full of hope...isn't this the true meaning of the Light, Father?

Facing his youngest son's inquiry, Grand Knight Mograine did not answer immediately. Instead, he opened the ale at hand and called his son to sit beside him. The father and son drank in silence. After ten minutes, The great knight said:

It is a good thing to have good intentions about the complicated world, but it is a terrible flaw to believe too much in hope and beauty. My son, it is a good thing that you have your own understanding of the Holy Light. I am happy to see such You, but... if this is the original intention of your crusader, then I don't like this organization... because it is a bit naive.

When Dalyan heard this, he wanted to refute his father's words, but was interrupted by Mograine's hand. The old knight drank silently and said to his son:

Go and tell that child Anduin that the Order of the Silver Dawn will soon reorganize a legion to go to the battlefield of Northrend, and the Crusaders will also be included in it. After you prove your will to the entire Order of the Silver Dawn Before, I would not express support or disapproval for what you did, to be honest, I also hope that this world will be a better place, but it often disappoints people, my son.

Speaking of which, the old knight smiled a little sadly. He narrowed his eyes and said to his son:

Maybe I'm old, old-fashioned and we can't keep up with the world. Maybe you guys can make this future that seems childish to me, but no one can predict it, so... if you think it's right , then do it!

If Anduin wants to lead you to change the world, and wants to get the support of us old guys...

Then let us see what you are capable of on the battlefield.

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The army of the Order of the Silver Dawn has not yet set out, but on the stormy cliffs of the Northrend continent, the battle between the vanguards who have arrived here and the Iron Warriors of Loken has already begun.

On the battlefield around the Snowflow Plain, the fighting was extremely fierce. Almost less than 3 days after the Rock Hall was occupied by the dwarves, these steel soldiers who rushed out of the Lightning Hall became the soldiers in the ice and snow near the North Pole. The craziest villains, and in other places in the Storm Peaks, the wanton activities of these Loken's henchmen also disturbed the surrounding forces.

Don't stop the artillery support! Give me a blast!

The commander of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, Grand Marshal Double Braids, stood at the fire point of the trench. This dwarf in armor had a steel helmet on his head. In the twisted field of vision, the irascible dwarf could see the steel soldiers rushing down from the hillside madly attacking the dwarf bunker at the forefront of the battle line.

These ghosts are made of solid steel all over their bodies. Only lunatics will rush to fight them in close combat. When facing these steel thugs, only the roaring artillery is the most reliable weapon, and thanks to the support of the Federation, And the ammunition sent by the helpless goblins at the K3 base, who have been asking the dwarves for help recently, allows the dwarven artillery stationed here to squander this devastating firepower wantonly.

Let the Artillery reset the shooting elements, I want them to cut off the army of those Iron Soldiers!

Double Braid shouted to the herald beside him:

Let the Griffon Knight and the airship prepare to bomb the battlefield. Without my order, no one is allowed to rush out of that bunker to die!

A few minutes later, another round of artillery fire covered the battlefield on the front line of Xueliu Plain. The high-explosive ammunition that fell from the sky was between the flames and impact of the explosion, and the bodies of those soldiers made of steel were somewhat irresistible. The resulting evil thing erupts in the core area of ​​the explosion point to a terrifying temperature that can even melt steel, which is also fatal to the fearless soldiers of the Stormcast Legion.

But the war mode of the iron soldiers under Loken still stays in the period of the battle of the overlord hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, there was no concept of thermal weapons, except that the mechanical gnomes under Mimiron's command would use some simple thermal weapons In addition, the soldiers of the other Iron Legion still trust the long sword in their hands and their bodies.

This caused the seemingly weak mortals to drag most of the soldiers of the Thundercast Legion to the front line with the correct tactics and minimal damage.

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The low engine vibration sounded in the front line set up by the dwarves. A moment later, four strange-looking airships lifted off from the front line. Two of the airships had the tribe's emblem printed on their big balloons. They were expeditions sent here by the orcs. The army's war weapons, while the remaining two airships are printed with the emblem of the Stormwind Kingdom, which was ordered by King Varian from the goblins.

The orcs and humans who were in charge of sailing the ship kept provoking and insulting each other while constantly throwing the huge bombs accumulated on the airship towards the common enemy. The hatred between the two races was not so easy to eliminate, but now In the face of a common enemy, the disputes between the two sides can also give way a little bit.

The Griffon Knights guarding the slow-moving airship are the old brothers of the Bronzebeard Dwarves. The Wildhammer Dwarves who have migrated to Kul Tiras, Kurdran Wildhammer, who has not shown up for a long time, personally leads the powerful Griffon riders, skimming the cold sky from low altitude, amidst the wildhammer madmen's carnival, bundles of alchemy bombs were thrown into the group of steel soldiers.

At the moment when the formation of the steel soldiers who came to make a surprise attack was chaotic, the Grand Marshal Shuang Braid gave an order, and with the vibration of the mechanical gears, hundreds of steam tanks armed with new weapons drove out of the underground garage. , Behind them, there are some siege vehicles made by goblins. These trebuchet-like things look simple, but with special shells, they are definitely full of destruction and very cheap things...

Most importantly, these siege engines have a very awesome, very special function...

I'm so excited! I've been prepared for a long time...

Garrosh Hellscream, who led the orc expedition to this place, held Gorehowl in his hand, and he was carrying a strange parachute bag. He looked restless about to start a film, his eyes fixed on Looking at the tallest and most ferocious Iron Vrykul General on the battlefield in front of him, he has already calculated that this guy is his prey this time, he will cut off its iron head, and then melt it away, let the dwarves give him a shot Best suit of armor ever!

And Warlord Garrosh is staying in a strange place now... He is standing on the siege vehicle, in the bomb opening of the huge catapult, that is, in the iron pocket used to hold the bomb, and the other side beside him On a trebuchet, his most trusted brother, Dranosh, crouched in another iron pocket, like...a cannonball waiting to be fired.

Fire me out!

As the siege engine followed the dwarf tank army into the chaotic battlefield, Garrosh shouted:

It's now!

The goblin driver who was manipulating the siege vehicle pressed the switch without hesitation. The next moment, the trebuchet carried by the siege vehicle let out a loud scream, and the tall wooden man sitting in the iron pocket turned Warlord Garrosh and his brother Dranosh, like two cannonballs, were shot into the middle of the battlefield between his howling and howling.

Beside Garrosh, dozens of orc or tauren warriors who were as stupid and bold as him were shot into the battlefield in the same way. , These high-level fighters roared and used completely unscientific charge combat skills, just like sharp knives piercing the battlefield, brandishing sharp weapons, they slashed down towards their targets fiercely.

Even if it is real steel, it will be chopped off and cut open under the slashing fire of the warriors' blazing anger...

Ah, look at those crazy and rude fighters... so inelegant!

A high elf mage made a disdainful comment, then waved his hand and opened the portal that had been prepared long ago. Behind him, the Blightcaller druids who were ready for an assault quickly stepped into the portal and appeared above the battlefield. These raptor druids who believed in Ansu transformed into storm ravens. This kind of huge raven can easily grab those steel dwarves that are not too heavy. The steel golem then flapped its wings and threw these manic steel soldiers into the cliff beyond the snow flow plain.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Kaldorei army that appeared here silently escorted their bird-wing ballista slowly forward. This weapon that can reflect the repeatedly bouncing steel moon blade may have a destructive power. It is not as good as artillery, but these flying moon blades can often easily cut through steel, which is a very useful weapon in this kind of war.

Tyrande Windtalker, who incarnated as the Dark Moon God of War, sat calmly behind his frostsaber. A series of disasters made this gentle priestess a completely different person.

Looking at the battlefield in front of her, she shook her head, then raised her left hand, and the more than 20 bird-wing ballistas lined up behind her began to aim at the target. Just like a death-killing god of death, it completely cut open the lines of steel soldiers who were still fighting on the edge of the battlefield.

Loken's Thundercast Legion can theoretically sweep any civilization in the world. These craftsmen used to fight against the Dark Empire should not be included in the civilized world war at all, but now, facing the civilizations that have truly united , the creations of these ancient gods do not seem to be so invincible.

But no matter whether it is the coalition forces that are now dominant or the steel generals of the Thundercast Legion, they all know that the battlefield in the Xueliu Plain seems to be lively, but it is not the decisive point. In this ancient and modern war, the real decisive point is only One...that's the Hall of Lightning!

If mortals cannot defeat Loken, they will never set foot in the gates of Ulduar...

But this does not prevent the coalition forces from using this hearty victory to stick money on their faces.

Just like now, on the border of Snowflow Plain, Brian Bronzebeard put down the binoculars in his hand, and proudly said to a dwarf-like earth spirit beside him, but whose whole body was made of rocks:

Look, our ancient brother...I'm not lying to you, you have seen it yourself!

We have the ability to defeat Loken's henchmen, and we also have the ability to defeat Loken. The earthlings no longer need to be afraid of that traitor of the gods. We will protect you! Of course, we also need...you to join this war.

Until we join hands and liberate our common holy city... Ulduar!